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this true
I've waited so long
Just to find somebody like you that make me feel the way you do

I'm motivated now I'm rolling again
With you by my side

Trading love for whiskey
It's the loneliest of sins
I check my car for smokes
Surrounded by red lights again

Kill, kill the cops
One, revenge is

to say I'm at your feet again
I'll get through just don't know when
Can it be true that you still love me?
How do you still love me?
My Father's arms are

By the end of the week do it all again
I just wan' see what was up, all that talkin' and that boy really ran
He said he want smoke then it's up, spin

I recorded it, I recorded it, hold on

Baby, hold my hands and my soul tonight
You only care probably for tonight, yeah
Time again come and do me

Hoppin’ in the coupe
Sprintin’ to the booth
Gotta spit my truth
And tell these people what I do
And tell them who I am
I’m the man wit' the plan 

the time though
So Helen Keller, yeah, I can't tell no info (no, no, no, no)
Told you once (hold up), won't say it again (what?)
Hop in the Rolls-Royce

bad as fuck
By the smoking and still'll line you up
Like the ruler
Mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again
My legal shooter'll do ya

(kiss)
To platform two
Oh, I, I'll meet you
Then we'll, we'll go strolling
Hold on, baby

I think it's clear as I step back in time
To days gone by

Work It Out Or You Can Do The Walk It Out 
I Dont Ever Sign Checks Cause Nike Made Me Cash It Out 
Fuck Taxes To The Middle Man 
Dont Make Say That Shit

ready shoot to kill 
Couple scales took sum L's out n chesterfields
Niggas said they gon do sumn but they never will 
Keep it a band aid with my niggas I

I painted on my wall
When you fainted on my call
I existed through it all
Made me fly
Make me fall
Take a band for this shit
And some hours

can’t do it again.

Oh, do you wanna grow up?
Taking drugs, trying not to throw up.
You ain’t cool, so you can’t hang with us.
Come get your bitch, yeah

Smoking Gary Payton by the pool I’m catching sunrays 
Ricky Du Rag i give a fuck who say
Matter fact i never gave a fuck who say
Hussein blowin up right

down
And keep it DL even the gun don’t make a sound
They make silent threats they don’t ever speak to me
And to go broke again is a reach for me
Ima make

the morning J Cole was on
She wasn't fucking with it
I don't want to say to much because it can go to far
And by now we should know about each others parts

‘Til I hustled and got me bout 10 bands
On my momma, I told you I quit playing
‘Til I see her again ill inflict pain 
That's what I'm about to do
Got my

bitch

You know we get it lit
I been dripping since jit
Judging by the fit I'm the shit
I'm The type 2 Hit a bitch
And pass her quick
I don't give a fuck

Till the stories go hazy and the legends come through, then do it again. Some things never end
Eleventh Earl of Mar won't be going very far
You Promised,

the snow
That I cast from the palm of my hands 
Counting tha money like I'm stacking the bands 
Ice cold like I'm Sub Zero 
Looking around you see no hero

Guess I'm lost again
I've been gone so long I don't remember when
When I had to leave it all behind
My fortune to the wind
Resurrect my mind
On my

just because they a fan
In the hood this makes it difficult to support your favorite band
I'm perplexed that my complexion effects the way that we jam

it's like 1am
20 minutes later, phone ring, do that shit again
I know I'm the man, no you not, then I up a 10
Baby I'm a gritter, I be trapping, I ain't

my zone leave me alone feel like I'm surrounded by opposition
Where your homie at you all at it again I switch that nigga for a loaded pistol
I ain't